The Rocket Summer - Grapevine Christmas Eve

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Going home on Christmas Eve
Flying over Grapevine as the older me.
Breathing in the memories.
The awkward nostalgia is straight wrecking me.
Later on they said, later on I’ll get used to it
My father said all along
God has a sense of humor because I’m his son
Coffee down on Grapevine main
Kids that weren’t walking are talking now making me feel so strange
Later on they said, later on I’ll get used to it
Going back again feels different. Going back again…
We used to all climb that tower now I’m tempted to go
Tip top better not don’t got sense in my head I can’t stop it
I’ll probably end up in jail oh well
Downtown it’s snowing
Christmas is coming
Everybody needs to be at home
Cold wind blowing
A warm homecoming
But often times the place you feel alone